Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Xia Zhiyuan, who was eavesdropping by the door, didn't even dare to breathe. In an instant, she imagined in her mind an extremely exciting...drama!

I didn't expect to hear such gossip after returning home. Xia Zhiyuan held his breath, not daring to breathe, and continued to prick up his ears.

She didn't expect that she had just complained about others being little mice, but now she herself has become an eavesdropping little mouse.

"If this county lord were to ask His Majesty to let you become his bodyguard, Di Ping, guess whether His Majesty would agree?"

Zhao Yihan looked at Di Ping, and her words became teasing, as if she did it on purpose. She pressed her fingertips downwards, and the dark mask on Di Ping's face loosened, revealing his straight nose and delicate eyebrows.

The inky eyebrows and the pair of melancholy eyes shone into Zhao Yihan's eyes, making people feel distressed, but Zhao Yihan no longer wanted to give in.

As a noble princess, why should she tolerate Di Ping again and again... So far, there is nothing she has not gotten, even His Majesty has given in to her.

He is just a mere guard. I wanted to ask for him and keep him by my side to protect me. His Majesty has no reason to refuse me.

"By then, Di Ping, your ambitions and your official hat will be gone... You will no longer be the shadow guard wearing this cold mask."

"You will become... this princess's personal guard."

The rope on the mask finally fell off the back of Di Ping's head. The night wind blew the thin rope, causing it to sway and press against Di Ping's shoulders.

Her jaw was also exposed, still with that cold and ruthless look. If what he saw before his eyes had not been so white and clean, Zhao Yihan would have always felt that the pale cheek would only look good if there were a few drops of bright red blood on it.

"My princess, are you serious?"

"If Your Majesty agrees, I am willing to obey your orders."

She spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, as if she was obeying the orders of the current emperor in everything. If the emperor asked her to go, she would accept the order willingly without any selfish motives.

Such an attitude naturally made Zhao Yihan even more heartbroken. She just wanted Di Ping to treat her as he did before and the distance between them should not be so distant.

Has even this wish become an expectation?

"You are always like this, Your Majesty is tall, Your Majesty is short... Obviously, the three of us..."

"Oh, by the way, it is I who am too sentimental. In the past, you were always taller than His Highness and shorter than His Highness."

"When have you ever seen me..."

Hearing this, Xia Zhiyuan frowned in confusion. Did the two quarrel because of His Highness? As expected from the novel, the relationship between childhood sweethearts is complicated!

"In reply to your Majesty, my humble duty is to protect His Majesty's safety."

Di Ping's rationality and restraint reached the extreme. In this dark night, a thin mist came out of her red lips, which immediately dissipated into the dark night.

"Okay, you said it yourself."

"Tomorrow I will write a letter to His Majesty and ask him to transfer you to my side."

Zhao Yihan's voice became louder and louder. She could no longer control her emotions. Pinching the inky black mask with her fingertips, Zhao Yihan started to act like a princess. She threw him out of the corridor with force.

I wanted to smash that horrible mask into pieces.

Only a few crisp sounds were heard, and the mask rolled on the ground, and no one knew where it rolled to.

Now, Di Ping was really anxious. The mask was a symbol of the shadow guard's identity and it was also an important thing that the shadow guard would never lose in his life.

She had no place to vent the anger in her heart. She only hated herself for not being able to concentrate and completely forget about the princess. She still cared about her, cared about Zhao Yihan's mood, cared about whether she ate well, and cared about whether she slept well.

With her fingers resting on the railing, her black pleated skirt fluttering, on which was outlined an image of a Bi'an stepping on auspicious clouds, Di Ping jumped down from the corridor into the emerald green bushes of the courtyard.

The jasmine branch was crushed by her. Di Ping was looking for his mask among the green branches and leaves. He drew his long sword, the ink-black blade was inserted into the ground, and the tip of the sword turned over.

Di Ping lifted the black mask, which was stained with a little dirt, from the jasmine bushes with a light push. Di Ping turned his wrist, turned the long blade in his hand, and inserted it into the scabbard.

She reached out her hand and her fair fingertips just grasped the inky black mask, but it was already covered in mud and its original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

"…You are so anxious, why? Are you afraid that after His Majesty agrees, your career will no longer be at Hengtong?"

Zhao Yihan returned to his usual nonchalant self, leaning on the railing with his chin supported by his arm, watching Di Ping's frantic look.

She found that unexpectedly, she actually enjoyed the way Di Ping lost control of his emotions because of her. This meant that Di Ping still had her in his heart, but she was not good at expressing it.

I keep everything in my heart and dare not say it out loud.

"I have never cared about these empty titles. I just want to do my best to fulfill my duties."

"Whether to reward or punish is your Majesty's business."

"We shouldn't have speculated too much."

The night wind swept in, and when Di Ping looked up, Zhao Yihan saw a few emerald green leaves mixed in her long jet-black hair. She looked like a good girl arranging flowers and wearing hairpins, and she was so beautiful that she was as beautiful as a fairy.

Now it seems that even with jasmine leaves on her hair, Di Ping is still so stunning and beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her.

She held a long knife in her hand, and her look of keeping strangers away from her aroused Zhao Yihan's desire to get closer to her.

Zhao Yihan wanted to see how long Di Ping could remain tough.

Can I continue to hold on like this with my own means?

……

Xia Zhiyuan, who was squatting behind the door and continuing to listen to gossip, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these two people were just threatening each other and did not pull each other's hair on the spot, otherwise he would really have to consider going out to stop the "Ashura Battlefield" between the two.

With her fragile body, she couldn't even withstand Zhao Yihan's punch, let alone Di Ping's scabbard.

Amitabha!

Xia Zhiyuan's knees felt a little numb after squatting for so long. She supported her waist and was about to stand up when she felt the world spinning and the earth rushing towards her, like a tsunami.

Oops... No... I've been squatting for too long. My feet and head are numb too!

Xia Zhiyuan staggered uncontrollably and fell forward. In panic, she managed to reach the door of her room, only to hear a very clear "creaking" sound in the night.

Xia Zhiyuan pressed her face against the paper window of the wooden door. The imprints of plum blossoms carved on it seemed as if they were mocking her.

Cough... cough cough... this body is really not very useful. Xia Zhiyuan was already in tears. The most embarrassing thing in the world was that when the two of them were in the car, she was under the car and luckily was discovered by someone else!

Help, she really didn't mean to eavesdrop!